Chengqian Hall.
After Jiang Ning exchanged simple greetings with the three men, his Divine Thought had already spread out noiselessly.
He had only just arrived at Chengqian Hall and did not yet know what had transpired over these last two days.
Although from the situation before him he already held some faint conjectures in his heart.
But they still stopped at the level of conjecture.
The next instant.
Within a hundred li of the entire Royal Capital, the auras of all living beings lit up in his sea of consciousness like stars, arranging themselves, falling into categories.
Life fluctuations numbering in the millions surfaced densely.
The Qi-Blood of common folk was dim like fireflies, the aura of Martial Artists flaring weak or strong like campfires or furnaces.
A handful of far more powerful aggregations of energy—those were the various experts within the Royal Capital.
With just a glance, Jiang Ning locked onto Ji Xuan.
Then, his brows imperceptibly creased.
